AimeeLynn

[COMPLETE] When Zara walked in on her boyfriend sleeping with another woman, she cursed God for the lack of good men in this miserable, modern world. Then she woke up in a romantic land of honorable Knights and the Royal Court. 

There, Zara is stunned to find herself one of eighteen women called The Select, from which the handsome, powerful King will choose his bride. 

She finds the magnetic King compelling. But her dashing Knight Defender has declared his love—and vows to save her from certain death: Tradition requires every woman in the Select who is not the King’s chosen bride to be executed to cover her family’s shame. Yet, the King is also making his intention to win Zara clear. 

None of this would matter if it was just a dream. But Zara is soon forced to accept that this is no fantasy. Which means each man—and his love—is real. And this world is a deadly nightmare. 

As the tension between the two men grows, Zara must make a choice. But how can a woman choose between a powerful King and a deadly Knight? Especially when either would kill to keep her?

Are you #TeamKing or #TeamKnight?

COVER IMAGE: Copyright (c) 2023 Author AimeeLynn

THE CHOICE: My King or My Knight?

The clang of the cell door woke me from a groggy half-sleep.

It must have woken Emory too, because I heard her gasp.

When I sat up, blinking and rubbing my puffy eyes, it was to find Hildie standing in the doorway with two more female guards behind her and her arms crossed.

"Get up," she snapped fiercely, and I didn't see so much as a glimmer of recognition or encouragement in her eyes. "You're going to be… interviewed."

She gave a sly smile when she used that word to imply this was far more than an interview.

I'd heard different prisoners screaming at different times. I knew what this meant. My heart hammered in my chest.

Was it possible that they all really did think that I was evil? Had Stark really believed I'd tricked him into helping me kill David? If he did, Hildie would have no mercy, I knew. She'd been clear from that first moment we met about what she thought of me and how little respect she held for me.

Facing Truth